Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.